Things my girlfriend and I have argued about

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

If you have some time to kill, and want a good laugh, go here.
Things my girlfriend and I have argued about (http://www.mil-millington.pwp.blueyonder.co.uk/things.html)

[stinkyattic]

OMG that was priceless.

So for the rest of us, what's the dumbest thing you have ever argued about with a BF/GF?

I've got a shitload, having dated HOPELESSLY moronic guys for the past n years.

Many revolve around camping, which I'm accustomed to, and men seem to think that since it is an OUTDOOR activity they must therefore behave like cavemen... Well I feel the need to remind them that we have never once yet camped in a cave, so they'd better shape up or get tossed, sleeping bag and all, in the river.

-How to load equipment in the canoe so the weight is distributed evenly and we don't capsize. This seems simple but apparently is not on the ex-BF radar screen

-Whether or not it matters which tent-poles are inserted first. Thank GOD I have a relatively simple tent, or it would by now be in use as a burial shroud somewhere in the forests of Western New England.

-How to start the campfire. This is probably the sorest point for dear ol' EX. His method: Find large log. Douse liberally with boy scout water. Light. It flares up then goes out. Repeat until girlfriend comes over with a handful of shredded birch bark and plays Prometheus. Honestly there's a REASON that cavewomen sent the men out to hunt. Nothing would get accomplished around the camp otherwise.

There's more...I'll think of them eventually!

[napolitana869]

I like the wash my bras on the gentle cycle, which is fine because I do most of my laundry at my parents house. One time he wanted me to go to the gym with him and I said I couldnt because I didnt have any clean sports bras. He has a really shitty old washing machine that I dont trust, and he knows this, and I've told him many times that I dont like to wash my bras at his house. SO this time he says "you can just wash it here so you can go with me." So I tried to explain to him again that bras cost a lot of money, mine are brand new, and I dont want them to wear out faster than they need to by using his machine. He FREAKS OUT and thinks that by saying I dont want to use his washing machine that I am personally insulting him. I dont understand it.

[stinkyattic]

Don't EVEN get me started on the Washing of the Brassieres!
When I was workig 3 jobs and the Ex from Hell was laying on the sofa unemployed, I gave him the job of laundry-boy.
My bras either a) got put in the dryer on high and practically melted, and the little wire things all came out b) got thrown in a heap on top of the dryer where they did NOT dry and got musty or my favorite, option c) I freak out enough about options a and b and the bras do not get washed at all, but rather left in the cellar dirty -plus I'm on the top unit of a 2-family and have to get my tenant's permission every time I want to use the laundry room since it is through their apartment, so if I want to retrieve bras from options b or c, it's kind of a hassle.
AAAGH!!!!!
The end result was of course what Ex wanted all along, which is that I would come home at 11:30 from my second job and have to hand-wash my own bras and hope they would be dry by 6am when I had to leave the house again. And he got an extra 15 minutes a week of Seinfeld reruns as a result.
Bastard.

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

AAARRRGHHH! My fiance NEVER sorts clothes, and he washes them all on warm. Everything is gray, or pink, with fuzzballs on it cause he washes them all on heavy duty. He may as well beat them on a rock at the riverside.
And I love my stepsons, I really do. But they are gross (skidmarks) and I don't want my or my daughter's pretty clothes washed with a bunch of dirty nasty boy clothes. I wash the girl and boy things separately. He doesn't. I hate finding my shrunken, shot elastic bra (from being dried on high heat) tangled around a pair of yellowing used-to-be tighty whities from some 8 year old that still hasn't gotten the knack of wiping his ass.

But I think the stupidest argument we ever had came before we moved in together. I had washed his bedclothes at his apartment, and put them in the dryer, but I had to leave before I could make the bed. So I told him they were in the dryer, and left. The next day, I ask him "Did you make the bed up?"

him: Oh yeah!

So I get over to the house later, only to find that he slept on the couch that night and did NOT make the bed. What makes this a dumb argument is WHO LIES ABOUT MAKING THE BED?! Really, who does that? I was like "What are you, 5 years old? All you had to say was 'No, not yet'. For chrissakes, I was on my way over! I was bound to find out! If you'll lie to me about something this inconsequential, what else are you lying about?!?!"

He's sitting about 3 feet from me playing GTA on his pc. I think I'll go punch him in the head now that I've remembered that argument from over a year ago.

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

Hon, I am worried about you. Your BF seems really controlling.

[stinkyattic]

..... He may as well beat them on a rock at the riverside.

..... I hate finding my shrunken, shot elastic bra (from being dried on high heat) tangled around a pair of yellowing used-to-be tighty whities from some 8 year old that still hasn't gotten the knack of wiping his ass.
.....

I think I'll go punch him in the head now that I've remembered that argument from over a year ago.

ROFLMAOPMFP

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

From "Things..."

'And what if I don't think it looks OK?' She pauses for a moment, then adds, 'Or if I smash your laptop to pieces with a tyre jack?'

BWAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I love Margaret.

[Pipe Dreams]

Well, my ex and I argued over me paying for dinner, or that my choice of shoes just happened to be house slippers


We also used to argue over the amount of guns I have.

Stupid stuff, really.

[napolitana869]

Hon, I am worried about you. Your BF seems really controlling.

yeah, he can be. We fight about it a lot

[Samwhore]

that was funny, but everyone fights about those things, they kinda just stated the obivious

[slipknotpsycho]

Margret doesn't like to watch films on the TV. No, hold on - let me make sure you've got the inflection here: Margret doesn't like to watch films on the TV. She says she does, but years of bitter experience have proven that what she actually wants is to sit by me while I narrate the entire bleeding film to her. 'Who's she?', 'Why did he get shot?', 'I thought that one was on their side?', 'Is that a bomb' - 'JUST WATCH IT! IN THE NAME OF GOD, JUST WATCH IT!'

LMFAO!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!!! ~cough cough snookums cough~

[slipknotpsycho]

again....


Arguments. There are many arguments we have over arguments. 'Who started argument x', for example, is a old favourite that has not had its vigour dimmed by age nor its edge blunted through use. Another dependable companion is, 'I'm not arguing, I'm just talking - you're arguing,' along with its more stage-struck (in the sense that it relishes an audience - parties, visiting relatives, Parent's Evenings at school, in shops, etc.) sibling, 'Right, so we're going to get into this argument here are we?' An especially frequent argument argument, however, is the result of Margret NOT STICKING TO THE DAMN ARGUMENT, FOR CHRIST'S SAKE. Margret jack-knifes from argument to argument, jigs direction randomly and erratically like a shoal of Argument Fish being followed by a Truth Shark. It's fearsomely difficult to land a blow because by the time you've let fly with the logic she's not there anymore. A row about vacuuming gets shifted to the cost of a computer upgrade, from there to who got up early with the kids most this week and then to the greater interest rates of German banks via the noisome sexual keenness of some former girlfriend, those-are-hair-scissors-don't-use-them-for-paper and, 'When was the last time you bought me flowers?' all in the space of about seven exchanges. 'Arrrrrrgggh! What are we arguing about? Can you just decide what it is and stick to it?'

you know, actually alot of these are 'us'... it's kinda intresting sitting here reading about myself, without it actually being about me....

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

HAHA! I feel that way too. Sometimes I'm Mil, sometimes I'm Margret.

[slipknotpsycho]

i'm always mil.... you damn women never make any fuckin' sense...

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

(Insert evil laugh here)

[TheSmokingMonkey]

Me: "Okay, so we'll need one pot and two forks when we go camping."
BF: "We'll need more than that!"
Me: "Actually, we don't even need two forks. Just the pot. We can make chopsticks."
BF: "Are you crazy? I'm packing all of this."

Then he puts six different metal pots, two cups, two bowls, sixteen pieces of silverware, and a sponge, in his pack.

And I made him carry it for the rest of the trip.

Fucking newbs. He's never been backpacking before and he won't listen to me... what do girls know about the outdoors, anyway?

Good thing I dumped his sorry ass.

[TheSmokingMonkey]

My husband and I don't fight... sometimes we discuss important things that are bothering us, but we don't argue about petty shit, we're very good at communicating.

[Trainer07]

me and my oartner argue about the amount of time i spend in my cupboard caring for my plants :smokin: shes coming round, shes in there more than she used to be :stoned:

[higher4hockey]

i'm always mil.... you damn women never make any fuckin' sense...

second that. but i still love em.


the dumbest thing i think i have ever gotten into a fight about occured in the car, we got lost, i got pissed, she wasn't reading the map right, i lost my temper. she ended up in tears and when we finally got home, i slept alone.

[stinkyattic]

.... she wasn't reading the map right, i lost my temper. she ended up in tears and when we finally got home, i slept alone.
This has happened to me and my dumb ex, who didn't even know HOW to read a map but insisted on doing it anyway because I wouldn't let him drive my car and he was mad that he wasn't like, needed, or something (he wasn't).
I tried to get the map from him and instead of letting me see it, he tore it up... nice.
I ended up leaving him in the car in a parking lot somewhere in central Vermont while I stormed off with the keys and drank coffee at Friendly's for an hour before his stubborn ass came and apologized.
And yes, his ass is LONG GONE.

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

What is it with people who can't navigate? Every relationship I've ever had I've had to read the map.

[birdgirl73]

Some of the early dumb things we argued about:
Map navigation
Men's inability to ask for directions versus women's tendency to ask sooner than necessary
Socks on the floor
My tendency to leave damp bath towels lying around
Who gets the last four Thin Mint cookies
My using his razor
His getting the soap all hairy
The proper way to brush a cat
Why he cannot follow simple directions at the store and differentiate between Diet Coke and Caffeine Free Diet Coke (my father lacks this ability, too)
Whether or not cheese should be added on top of an omelet or just inside (I wasn't making it the way his mother always did)
Who ate the last of the salsa
Me not remembering to stub checks
Whose turn it was to get up with a sick child
How often I talk to my dad versus he talks to his mother (our respective close-bond and hence most spouse-threatening parents)
Litter-box cleanout frequency
My tendency to be messy and leave things strewn around

Things we still argue about today?
Me not remembering to stub checks
His inability to find/locate items in stores, even with specific instructions
Whose turn it is to let the dogs out (it's generally always mine)
My tendency to be messy

[higher4hockey]

What is it with people who can't navigate? Every relationship I've ever had I've had to read the map.


people that can't navigate suck!!

true story: i asked this girl one time about africa , she thought it was a country. i was dumbfounded.

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

people that can't navigate suck!!

true story: i asked this girl one time about africa , she thought it was a country. i was dumbfounded.
ROFL! I hope you didn't go out with her. Or if you did, I hope you didn't do the deed. No sense perpetuating her gene pool;)

[higher4hockey]

defenitely not. im a geography buff. if a girl doesn't know what constitutes scandanvia she does not get the h4h weiner.

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

AHAHAHAHAHAHAHAHA! I'm going to have to bump someone outta my sig and make room for that.

[higher4hockey]

in that case i guess i should have spelled scandinavia right.

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

LOL, well with your permission I will correct the spelling.

[slipknotpsycho]

i'm not even gonna post our damn arguments o.0

some of them are so damn ridiculous, i look back afterwards and am like "jesus fucking christ why the hell did argue about that?!"

however, i often get irritated at her messiness.. (go figure i'm the 'clean one' yet somehow i'm the clean one and it irritates the living piss out of her if i don't spread out any wet clothing to 'dry'... cuz it causes mold??? i've had my clothes mold once and those things were soaked... it wasn't like a damn bath towel caused everything to mold!)
me always wanting to spend money, while she wants to save it... (honestly now c'mon... i understand save some money for emergencies... but shit! she wants to save every cent :p wth is the purpose of money if you don't use it?)
tv/music picks.... mostly my problem, tho i'm getting better about it... there is alot of songs she wants to play that i just can't deal with without making fun of the entire song the whole way through (my way of dealing wiht stress make it funny... but if i was to do that... she'd get 10 kindsa pissed at me... so i just say "no" or "turn it off" same with some of the shows... america's next top model, american idol, all those shits...)
what to eat for dinner... well she grew on the poor side and got to like certain things... cheap things.. on skillet meals (like 'fried potoatoes' which is basicly a bunch of pototatoes cut into sizes about 4x the size of french fries, an onion diced up all cooked in greease.. now she puts some type of meat in it atlesat.. but to me that's not dinner!) when she says she's gonna cook dinner it's usually one thing... when i say i'ma cook dinner i go all out... main course, side dishes... everything... it tends to cause alot of problems o.0 what she calls a dinner i call a side course and what i call dinner she calls a fancy meal lol..
who steals all the covers at night and who takes up all the bed.... now i can't watch myself sleep... but... i can't even cover my whole body up, and i'm sleeping on about a foot of bed...
and of course... one of our main arguments is who said what first that caused the original argument.. she swears up and down what i said was first, and i swear up and down, what she says i said was in response to what she said first... usually i'm right ;) but she won't admit it..

[higher4hockey]

there is a line in a better than ezra song about fighting.

"i love it when we fight, it makes me think at least you still care"

[FRYPOD]

damn i`m glad i dnt have a gf seems like evry1 has problems....

i say jus hav fun wit them and let em go

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

You're missing out. You can't have hot make up sex if you don't fight first.;)

[slipknotpsycho]

i've never had this "hot make up sex" that everyone seems to speak of.... lately i've been trying to make sure this don't happen (cuz i end up with nightmares every single time it happens) but when we'd get into a fight, (99% of our fights happen at night an hour or so before bed) we'd go to bed angry and not for sex lol....

[Mrs. Greenjeans]

Sometimes the Hot Makeup Sex (hereinafter referred to as HMS) doesn't occur immediately following the argument. It usually happens when everyone says "I'm sorry, I love you".